#haunt

Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, which has turned my life into one long night, seven times cursed and seven times sealed....Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust. Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to live as long as God Himself. Never. ↗

— Elie Wiesel

#dreams

What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#age

The memory of the aged becomes clearer and clearer with time. It has no pity. ↗

— Andrea Camilleri

#memory #age

In the haunted house of life, art is the only stair that doesn't squeak. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#haunted #house #life #tom-robbins #art

What moves me about...what's called technique...is that it comes from some mysterious deep place. I mean it can have something to do with the paper and the developer and all that stuff, but it comes mostly from some very deep choices somebody has made that take a long time and keep haunting them. ↗

— Diane Arbus

#diane-arbus #haunting #art

Her eyes were like the sea before a storm on the Carolina coast. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#hauntingly-beautiful #love #love-story #magic #beauty

Behind a barbed-wire fence, a dirt road disappears into the distance in the pine trees and corners. Lost, dead roads, no ends or remaining purposes, power lines now dead and sagging and forgotten, grown high in weeds and young trees. The trees have entirely encased a speed limit sign, strange sight, nothing so pointless as a speed limit sign in the midst of dense woods, pointless and beautifully so. ↗

— Tim Gilmore

#feng-sui #geomancy #ghosts #hauntings #paranormal

Like almost every truly horrible thing that has ever happened in the history of our world, the end also began with a kiss. ↗

— Dennis Sharpe

#deep-thoughts #end-of-the-world #hauntingly-beautiful #truer-words-were-never-spoken #beauty

Savannah is so beautiful that the dead never truly depart. ↗

— James Caskey

#haunted #savannah #beauty

I have marked in traveling how lonely houses change their expression as you come near, pass, and leave them. Some frown, others smile. The Bible buildings had life of their own and human diseases; the priests cursed or blessed them as men. ↗

— Emma Frances Dawson

#haunted-house #change